Everett sat up abruptly, perched on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath, each inhale and exhale sounding like a desperate struggle. Selena lay sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling in dramatic waves. Her fair skin bore the marks of his intensity,

reminders of their heated exchange. Despite all his efforts to get her to confess, she wouldn't admit that he was the only man she'd ever been with.

In the solitude of this moment, a single tear slipped down her cheek, vanishing into her hair, unseen by him. Their story had ended three years ago; it should have been ancient history by now, their lives untangled. The spacious bedroom was eerily quiet, only their heavy breathing breaking the silence, adding an unspoken layer of sadness to the air.

After a while, Everett wrapped a robe around himself, his entire demeanor radiating a restless tension that chilled the room. He lit a cigarette and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, drawing deeply, his back to her. His face was hidden, nearly lost in the haze of smoke swirling around him.

It would be a lie to say Selena felt nothing. Her heart throbbed painfully, like a thousand tiny needles piercing her soul. Yet, despite having the capacity to love, she couldn't risk making the same mistake again. If not for little Mateo, she might not have survived these past three years, during which she regularly saw a doctor.

Selena slowly regained her composure. She slipped out of bed, her fingers trembling as she dressed in the clothes he'd torn off. With a hoarse voice, she delivered her parting words. "Mr. Everett, if you're done for today, I'll take my leave."

"I hope I can reach Dr. Fernando when I get back," she added.

Not even the thick nicotine cloud could calm Everett. For a brief moment, he wanted to hold her captive again, keep her by his side like before, but after a long pause, he simply said, "Leave now, before I change my mind."

Selena clenched her fists tightly but managed to force a lazy smile. "Thank you, Mr. Everett."

Without a second thought, she turned and walked away. It was only outside the villa, when the door slammed shut behind her, that she realized her legs were weak, barely able to hold her up, her forehead damp with cold sweat. She leaned against a sturdy tree trunk, taking deep breaths to steady herself.noveldrama

Before coming back, she had

thought she might run into Everett, but assumed that after three years, he'd moved on, just as she had tried to. She never imagined these past few days would be so tumultuous and emotionally charged. Every encounter with him felt like walking a tightrope, each step potentially plunging her into chaos.

As night gave way to dawn, warm sunlight spilled into the master bedroom, casting a golden glow over Everett, who felt no warmth from it. He slumped on a small sofa on the patio, having stayed awake all night. The ashtray beside him was filled with cigarette butts, his stubble was fully grown, and his eyes were bloodshot, giving him a rugged yet strangely captivating look.

Alex arrived to pick him up for work, having failed to reach him by phone, she had no choice but to head upstairs. She knocked gently on the bedroom door, and when there was no answer, she opened it to a scene of chaos. The room was in disarray, the bed a tangled mess. She knew Mr. Everett and his wife had met the night before, and it seemed like things got pretty intense.

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